|What you see depends on context.
You're walking down the street and Bob moseys out of a bodega with a bag of goods. He doesn't bother looking up or at any of the other spectacles because he's seen it all. He's a New Yorker. This one is middle aged with a dad bod. He's brought a casual look from the mall.
You see his face on Grindr or Scruff's grid. The profile is that of a perfectly ordinary guy and there's nothing special about him. You move on because you're not interested in guys ten or twenty years older than you. But when you see that grid-face out in the gay bars, he always seems to know a gaggle of folks who are glad to see him. When he approaches younger guys it's as someone who is a little older and wiser rather than a chicken hawk. This is his community.
You're at his store and he's not minding you at all. The man has Staff for that. Instead he has a hushed conversation with someone who is clearly distressed, someone who booked an appointment to read a rare tome on the premises. In those moments it's almost like he's a therapist.
You're seeing to your agenda among Civil Society. So is he, dressed in an impeccable suit. Regardless of the Sphere, he is a passionate but composed and well-spoken progressive with ideas that benefit the folks more than the status quo.
You're hunting ghosts. The people who turned you on to this are taking direction from Bob. He knows where all the surveillance equipment goes and how to set it up. He knows what all their strange devices and do-dads are supposed to accomplish. Ghost hunting isn't as scary as you thought it might be, but then again, it's not so easy to be scared when the guy in charge is always so calm and composed.
But no matter the context one might witness Bob, he is most likely distracted.
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